Standard (EADGBE)
Wake up, wake up, darling Corey..
what makes you sleep so sound?
The revenue officers are coming..
they're gonna tear your still-house down.
Well, the first time I seen darling Corey..
she was sitting by the banks of the sea.
Had a .44 strapped around her body..
and a five-string banjo on her knee.
Go away, go away, darling Corey.
Quit hanging around my bed.
Your liquor has ruined my body..
pretty women gone to my head.
Dig a hole, dig a hole, in the meadow.
Dig a hole in the cold damp ground.
Dig a hole, dig a hole, in the meadow..
we're gonna lay darling Corey down.
Can't you hear them bluebirds a-singing?
Don't you hear that mournful sound?
They're preaching darling Corey's funeral..
in some lonesome graveyard ground.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.